To live within the moment,
and write as love doth now befriend
“It’s light burning brightest as the
hours grow short”
The beginning reunited
with the journey’s end
“All memory imploding
on fates retort”
But the window stays open,
my heart beats faster still
“The march to freedom
neither to nor from”
Time enslaved in a final breath
one last line to say I will
“The past and future
left exposed—undone”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
A Hollowed Out Tree
Living inside the base of a hollowed out tree
since childhood, my dreams have been formed
Living inside a space where the walls almost touched
kept me hidden, protected, and warm
Living inside a place that no others could see
beyond privacy, I became lost in myself
Living inside the base of a hollowed out tree
—where boyhood memories and wishes still dwell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Life
You can wish and hope for a hundred years,
or play the game a day at a time
You can focus on what’s at the end of the road,
or squeeze three nickels from your very last dime
You can pray for still more than some others might have,
or be thankful for what lies at your feet
You can love in the face of jealousy and hate
—or start downward on hell’s one-way street
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Liberatio
Words, once you free them
—no longer slave to your name
(Villanova Pennsylvania: From a longer Poem-Fall 2015)
No More Could I Seek
When my words are read
by the common man
No higher praise could
any writer ask
The awards and the accolades
from the intellectual elite
Pale in comparison
to that man ‘in the street’
When my words are read
by those ‘salt of the earth’
My spirit is lifted,
and I’m home from my search
Both steadfast and loyal
to themselves and to me
No more could I ask for
—no more could I seek
(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching the New Hampshire Primary- February 9th, 2016)
A Softer Rhyme
Are the feelings soft
but the words rock hard
Turning emotion into anger
or worse
Are those wishes pure
when the ink goes down
Are the letters aligned
or off course
Are the feelings soft
but the sentences vile
When frustration takes over
your rhyme
Is the Muse trying to whisper
as you shout to the crowd….
“Step back
—nothing forced is sublime”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
My Spirit Complete
Combining thought with emotion,
the words came to life
The images eternal,
as feelings ignite
The lines now in concert
all stanzas to meet
My psyche impassioned,
—my spirit complete
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Divinity\'s Hymn
I sold my soul
for new meter and rhyme
Trading salvation
for a thing greater still
The joyous embrace
of one hell damning phrase
Now immortal, perpetual
—fulfilled
I sold my soul
as the Devil laughed
Knowing not, my final words
were for him
Exposing his lie
and his legions of hate
My last breath
—Divinity’s hymn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)